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Ferry Harbour - sisa cerita tentang HK

Karena waktu di HK gak selalu sempat nulis and nge-blog, banyak cerita tentang HK yang gak sempat aku tulis.

Setelah sebelumnya gak terlalu banyak jalan, di hari terakhir training - hari Minggu tuh * minggu-minggu juga training *, aku menyempatkan diri buat doing a little shopping, dan explore tempat-tempat lain. Nyesel seribu nyesel, baru malam itu aku tahu kalau hotelku deket banget sama pantai, sama laut :( Baru pagi harinya aku nyempetin jalan ke Harbournya. Pilih-pilih oleh2 buat orang2 tercinta :)), terus kongkow sejenak di pelabuhan ferry nya. Pemandangannya bagus banget!!! Kita dapat liat pulau HK yang penuh dengan gedung2 tinggi dari kejauhan. Aku sukaaa banget pemandangan di tepi laut yang kayak gitu. Pantainya sendiri gak kayak di Indonesia - yang masih banyak yang alami dan bagus. Tapi bersihhh ... dan nyaman buat kongkow2. Kalau jalan berdua ma cowok kayaknya romantis deh ... huehehe.

Setelah puas, aku jalan ke HK Culture Center, yang tepat berada di tepian laut. Mirip2 sama Esplanade di Singapore (menurutku loh) ... kita bisa menikmati laut yang tenang. Hmmm, sayangnya aku cuma sempat menikmati suasana pagi yang tenang. Coba kalau aku ke sana malam hari, pasti suasananya sangat menyenangkan. Aku membayangkan pasti tempat itu mandi cahaya, dengan latar belakang gedung-gedung tinggi yang gemerlapan, dan penuh dengan turis ... waks, asik sekali keliatannya *imagine by yourself*

Satu hal yang aku sesalkan, aku gak sempat naek ferry ke HK island, padahal cuma 12 menit gitu. Gara2nya aku harus cepet2 cek out dari hotel ... hiks hiks hiks .. Dan baru pagi itu aku tau, bahwa kalau malam pun ada ferry tour ke HK island. Hhhh, I promise to myself, the next time I come here again, I should take the ferry to HK island :p!

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